Zheng Qing is not Guan Erye.
Without the courage to cure the poison without changing your face.
So, when he realized Thomas's plan, he immediately gave up his previous idea of ​​negative response. While urging the Black Gem Cat to sneak out and find someone quickly, he was crazy about calling out the only reinforcements he could contact directly in his heart.
That is the tenant in his ears and eyes.
To be honest, letting Xiao Qingshou have a trace of ancient concept to deal with such a small matter is actually using cannons to kill mosquitoes. But the mosquito has now penetrated Zheng Qing's cerebral cortex, and he really doesn't care about that much.
Just let him shout in his heart.
The little green snake was unmoved, as if it was trapped in a deep spring trap.
Its lazy attitude has been going on for a long time. Just like last time in the North District, even when Zheng Qing fell into the trap of the sandbox small world, he had no hope of getting the help of this boss. That day, the little green snake jumped out without Zheng Qing asking for help and urging him, and chased the crows with aura that was approaching the great wizard and bit it.
Perhaps being urged, the huge figure entrenched under the forbidden spell tree impatiently threw a few thoughts over—
"Will you die?"
"No, but..."
"Am I your nanny?"
"No, but..."
"There are so many 'but''but'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' every time I shed my skin, it hurts so much that no one gives me anesthetics! My future is destined to be completely erased. Have you ever cared about it? No, you don't, you only care whether you are hurting now! If a piece of meat can make my future exist, I am willing to remove all the flesh and blood in my body from the bones... Uh, wait, flesh and blood? Uh... Let me think about it..."
The last thought was heavy and complicated, which made Zheng Qing feel tight and short of breath, and he was almost unable to stand firmly.
But Thomas mistakenly thought he was frightened.
"Don't be so nervous. I just took a little bit of flesh and blood from you. It's a very small one, and you'll just fall." He comforted, and used a knife to mark the size of peanuts. At the same time, his eyes were wandering around Zheng Qing, as if he was considering which part would be more appropriate to cut it.
Zheng Qing didn't feel any comfort at all.
"A fall can't fall off a piece of meat as big as a peanut." He looked sad and glanced at the direction where the laboratory door was.
"It depends on how you fell."
Thomas seemed to have not noticed the boy's eyes, and wiped the needle with alcohol on his own: "And it is also good not to anesthetize... I remember you are about to graduate this semester, right? Then you should start the ritual of registering for a wizard to advance. It is very helpful for you to advance. The advancement of a wizard is actually equivalent to the transformation of life, like a golden silkworm breaking out of a cocoon and a young dragon breaking out of the shell. It is a painful and struggling process... In addition, if you don't have anesthet, you will always be awake. If you have any curiosity, you can ask me directly. If you can answer, I will tell you...Look up, I will take some blood first...Don't worry, you can use it for special purposes. You don't need to worry about what tricks I use your blood..."
"Am I worried it will be useful?"
Zheng Qing murmured, delaying the time, but he didn't prevent his feet from slighting, and his whole body floated up lightly, like a dead leaf falling on the shiny test bench that he wiped.
Magic is so annoying.
He looked at the ropes that slid across his body like a swimming snake, and bound him firmly to the test bench, and sighed heavily.
"How about some music? It is said that this will make you feel more relaxed." When Thomas poked the needle into Zheng Qing's arm, he gave a very considerate suggestion.
It seems that the defense of the pure skin is still limited.
Zheng Qing looked at the needle quietly sinking into his tight skin, feeling unpredictable disappointment.
"It sounds like you just want me to shed more blood." He smiled self-deprecatingly, and news that he had seen before, that the milk production of cows would be higher after listening to music.
A touch of deep red slowly left Zheng Qing's body and flowed quietly in the transparent tube.
at the same time.
A beautiful and beautiful piece of music flows in the air.
Zheng Qing turned his head and listened silently for a short paragraph.
"Is this Beethoven?"
He tried to divert Thomas' attention, and therefore tried to explore his insignificant accumulation of classical music. However, although he knew some of the names of musicians, at this moment, listening to the songs flowing in the laboratory, the only thing he could think of in his mind was Beethoven and his "Fate".
Thomas lowered his head and took the first drop of blood to the slide, while indifferently denied the boy's speculation: "It's Master Bach. His style of music is easy to hear, rational and rigorous, which is completely different from Master Beethoven's romantic passion."
Zheng Qing sniffed.
"You do need a little rationality."
He complained in a very low voice, and saw Thomas stuffing the slide under the microscope, and immediately swallowed the words behind him and glanced at the side quickly.
The black gem cat was sneaking around at this moment and was about to sneak to the door of the laboratory.
"He is always so conflicted, don't take it to heart."
A pleasant voice suddenly came from behind the white cloth curtain not far away, hoarse and beautiful: "Like rationality and act recklessness is the unique charm of the men in the starry sky. Just like Bach, if he was really rational, he would not have given birth to twenty children..."
Zheng Qing subconsciously held his breath and looked at the white cloth curtain, his mind full of whether the other party had noticed his little movements.
"...You mentioned Beethoven just now, and I guess you thought of Beethoven's fate, right?"
Behind the white curtain, the slightly hoarse voice continued to sound: "I also like the song of fate... It starts in the short tune, and finally in the long tune, just like the cry of every soul who is still struggling after the fall. It is confused, helpless, painful, and until the end. In the end, if it is dead, then the long tune is an elegy; in the end, if it survives, then the long tune is a praise."
Thomas's hand adjusting the knob paused slightly.
Zheng Qing also briefly forgot his black gem cat and subconsciously spoke: "Who is there?...Who is behind that tent? You can tell me such a thing!"
In the last sentence, he said to Thomas. As he spoke, he raised his hand and exposed the slender red hose on his arm. Thomas promised to explain his doubts just now.
But the next second, a rapid and sharp scream came from my ears.
He looked back suddenly, tried to stretch his neck and looked in the direction where the screaming came. He saw a black gem kitten hanging on the door handle of the laboratory. At this moment, it was climbing on the smooth door handle with two small front paws, and its tail was shrinking into a ball, as if it would fall down in the next second.
And below the kitten, a rattlesnake with a thick arm was entrenched.
He didn't notice at all when a snake emerged from the laboratory!
Rust, rust!
The rattlesnake swung its tail, spitting its core, and its eyes were burning at the black gem cat who was frightened and screaming. It seemed that it could sense the gaze coming from behind. The snake paused its tail, and its head slightly lit up, bounced up like an arrow from the string. It opened its mouth and swallowed the kitten into its stomach in one gulp.
ah!
Chapter completed!